Air that sh*t out, air that sh*t out
Don’t make me come over there
Air that sh*t out, air that sh*t out
Air that sh*t out, air that sh*t out
Air that sh*t out, air that sh*t out
You know not what you talk about
I have k**ers at your house
You (?) sellin’ route
You (?) pull up at the (?)
Air that sh*t out, air that sh*t out
Air that sh*t out, air that sh*t out
[Verse 1:]
People pull up in the Bentley and hop out at 8-0 Westside and say (?) the children
Squeezin’, no innocent bystanders, (?) I’m just chillin’
First you was this, now that boy miss
(?) like talkin’ but when you see me you quiet like detention
p**y n*ggas I see right through ‘em
Shoot him in the back like (?)
F&N leave him new fluid
(?) little (?)
Hanging at my n*gga, I ain’t do it
Meanwhile he hang, YSL being yay, screamin’ ye what you doin’?
I’mma treat her right, so her (?) put his a** in his place
I’mma look a n*gga in the face, make him turn Christian like Ma$e
Only say what is heard in this A
(?) his face
Hit him with (?) music
He not buy that p**y music
When I catch that ho I give her role models (?)